Last night, Leanna and I went over to The Savoy and listened to jazz. We didn’t dance but rather, found a nice place to sit by the ocean. Later, we split and I went over to do some shopping at Bogart’s, they have dozens and dozens of great little stores there. When I finished shopping, I went inside Bogart’s, never expecting to get asked to dance (it’s usually all couples).
Anyway, this guy named Mace asked me to dance. And it was fun, great dances, great music and we chatted, but while we were chatting he revealed that he was leaving Second Life — that night. He said he had all the “hurt” he could stand. I tried to be kind and sympathetic, and he appreciated the kindness. I even offered up alternatives (I mean, he had only been in-world about 6 months) and I thought he was reconsidering. But toward the end of the evening he said, “This has been my last dance in Second Life.” He hopped off the dance ball, said goodbye, then poof.
I understand how Mace feels, I mean at times I’ve felt that way too. He even intended to delete his avatar. This past week has been one of the most trying weeks I’ve had in a long time, but compared to Mace’s week it seems almost insignificant. Real Life is hard and real, Second Life has to be fun or it’s not worth being here.
It is a shame when nice people feel they have no alternative but to leave. My second life has become increasingly disturbing in recent days.